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20 February 2013


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A lovely tribute which as always made me not just think but feel. It did make me think that whatever our religion or non religion these age old rituals meet a profound need not just in the brain but in all the senses. They are about the subtlety of being human. Thank you for the music which flowed through me. And I am reminded that we are all mortal, wxx

Thank you so much for sharing this with us. It is through sharing these experiences that we learn we are all connected in our humanity. Someone somewhere feels less alone with their grief (perhaps an old grief/perhaps new... there is always grief aplenty) today because of you and because of the well lived life of your good sister-in-law. Everyone who reads these words has an opportunity to consider what makes life good, to appreciate the lives of those we have lost and to consider how we might enhance our own lives while we can. What you write here matters more than you can know. Sharing being human is a most important business. Thank you.

My thoughts are with you at this difficult time.

In the end, all that is left is love. But oh, love is a wonderful thing.

A lovely tribute to your sister-in-law. May she rest in peace. My condolences to you and your family.

Thank you Boots for recommending the John McCormack version of She Moved Through the Fair across on my blog. It was a revelation and I've added the link to the main body of the post. Like your music here it allows music to speak what is almost impossible to say.WX

I'm so sorry. It's very hard saying goodbye to beloved family members, and two within such a short space of time is doubly hard. Losing two children before departing yourself? Unthinkable.

I know what you mean about the music and the beauty, whether you believe or not the beauty is still there. 'God be in my head' was our school anthem and I remember singing it often, but I didn't know it was that old.

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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